The Scarlet Streak easily broke through the water curtain in front of the Wind Shuttle. With a SIZZLE, it kicked up a ring of mist.

Bai Zichen’s eyes lit up. The water curtain hadn’t stopped Mo Changzhi, but the rising mist had revealed the Scarlet Streak’s position.

Two beams of Sword Light merged into one, striking the Scarlet Streak at the same instant. The Sword Light dimmed immediately. The Scarlet Streak only paused for a moment before lunging forward again.

CRACKLE! POP!

A series of pops echoed from the Red Cover Treasure Pearl Umbrella. It was the first time Bai Zichen had ever seen the Treasure Beads on the umbrella’s surface disintegrate so quickly. In just three breaths, the red haze shattered.

Bai Zichen felt a sharp chill approach his chest. The next moment, as if struck by lightning, he was sent flying backward.

"Hm?"

A sharp, perplexed voice came from within the Scarlet Streak. A mere Qi Refining disciple had first used his Flying Sword to cleverly strike it several times, dissipating some of its force.

Then, it was blocked for a moment by a Magical Artifact. By the time the attack broke through and struck its target, it met two more layers of resistance. The wielder could clearly feel that their Emei Needle had not pierced the man’s body.

Just as they were about to follow up with another strike, the sound of a rustling scroll came from behind. It emitted a powerful suction force that tried to pull the Scarlet Streak in.

Recalling his grandfather’s instructions from the day before and the Mo Family’s blood feud, the Scarlet Streak came to a screeching halt. It then transformed into dozens of red silk ribbons that scattered in all directions.

Pei Dongyong’s scroll only managed to capture half of them. The remaining red ribbons reconverged several hundred feet away, reformed into the Scarlet Streak, and vanished after a few flickers.

"Damn it!"

Pei Dongyong’s face turned livid with anger as he watched a key member of the Fire Phoenix Mo Family escape.

Mo Changzhi had hidden his identity for twenty years; even his own clan relatives didn’t know his current situation. Mo Qianyuan must have been grooming him as the Mo Family’s final trump card for a comeback.

The Rainbow Feather Robe was a Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact, the most famous of the Mo Family’s heirloom Treasures, and it was on Mo Changzhi. This was clearly premeditated. The most precious resources accumulated by the Mo Family over centuries had probably already been given to him.

With his escape, the Qingfeng Sect’s spoils from annihilating the Mo Family would be drastically reduced.

Pei Dongyong signaled for the three Wind Shuttles to retreat several more miles, then flew into the air to join the fight against Mo Qianyuan.

’The Five Crystal Glaze Body truly is extraordinary...’

Bai Zichen rubbed the spot on his chest where he had been hit. In that instant, a frantic surge of Five-Colored Spiritual Light had converged on his chest, blocking the sharp chill.

Although the first layer of his Five Crystal Glaze Body ultimately failed to hold, the Scarlet Streak had been blocked several times. With less than twenty percent of its power remaining, it hadn’t caused much damage.

RIP!

The sound of tearing silk echoed as a crack appeared on the Hundred-Refined Celestial Silk Robe he wore underneath his clothes. The crack spread rapidly until the entire piece of Inner Armor was covered in fissures. The slightest tug would now render it useless.

’Back when I bought this at the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, the Merchant mentioned that this Inner Armor might rip apart if it took a hit beyond its limits. I can’t believe it came true today... Damn that Mo Changfei! I’ve suffered a huge loss, ruining a perfectly good piece of Top-Grade Magical Artifact Level Inner Armor!’

Bai Zichen gave a bitter smile. If Mo Changfei hadn’t happened to flee past Moon-Locking Pool and kill Luo Qi, he would probably still be in quiet cultivation back at the Sect right now.

Within Double Ring Mountain, the fighting slowly died down. As the die-hard Mo Family Cultivators fell one by one in battle and two Mo Family elders continuously urged others to surrender, more and more Mo Family Cultivators began to drop their Magical Artifacts and give up.

Only in a few key locations did Mo Clan Members, relying on their Arrays, continue to desperately hold on.

The most important battle on the field had raged for several hours. Only when the power contained within the Celestial Spirit Treasure Cauldron Talisman was completely exhausted, reverting to a Golden Talisman that burned to ash, did Mo Qianyuan finally show signs of faltering.

The once burly and powerful Mo Qianyuan, whose physique was like that of a lion, was now so gaunt he looked half his original size. His hair was dry and white, and the skin of his face was sunken, clinging to his bones.

Only his pair of demonic red pupils still gleamed with a sharp light, like blades of lightning.

Liang Yu hesitated for a moment, his mind still worried about the other attacks the Ghost Spirit Sect had launched within the Sect’s territory. He once again took out a gray Talisman, on which was painted a one-horned Water Beast with its head tilted to the sky.

The Ghost Spirit Sect couldn’t possibly be unaware that while these attacks were a massive headache for the Qingfeng Sect, forcing them to put out fires everywhere, the actual damage was limited. They couldn’t possibly shake the Sect’s foundation.

’Unless they have a deeper plot hidden away, one that the people of Qingfeng Sect haven’t noticed yet.’

At this thought, Liang Yu activated another Talisman Treasure. The one-horned Water Beast descended from the sky, spitting a ball of Profound Water at the Fire Phoenix.

With another Talisman Treasure joining the fray, Mo Qianyuan gradually found himself unable to hold on. The Fire Phoenix he had transformed into grew smaller and smaller.

A quarter of an hour later, a massive explosion erupted. When the smoke and dust cleared, even the illusory Divine Turtle behind Liang Yu had been blown to tatters.

Not a trace of Mo Qianyuan’s body remained. His Divine Soul was annihilated.

...

「The Market.」

A large black net covered the Six Desires Yin Demon. Countless motes of Five Elements Magic Spirit Light flickered across it, temporarily trapping the demon in place.

Elder Jin seized the opportunity and finally shattered the pitch-black Demon Blade hanging in the air. The Market Array, which had been stagnant for half a day, at last began to slowly operate again.

Junior Sister Long controlled the Array, casting down several pillars of light that transformed into silver chains, binding the Six Desires Yin Demon layer by layer.

Even with their combined efforts, killing the Six Desires Yin Demon was an incredibly difficult task. To be able to imprison it and prevent it from harming other Cultivators was already a great fortune.

"We owe you our thanks for your help this time, Junior Brother Yang. Otherwise, who knows how many more Cultivators in the Market would have died."

Elder Jin let out a sigh of relief and cupped his hands in thanks to the stoic-faced Foundation Establishment Cultivator beside him.

"Our two families are allies; we should watch out for each other... It was my duty. There’s no need for thanks."

Junior Brother Yang said woodenly.

He was the person in charge of the Five Elements Sect’s operations in the Market. If he hadn’t acted in time just now, the Six Desires Yin Demon would have most likely charged into the square outside the Market.

"Since the matter here is settled, I’ll be returning to my firm."

Elder Jin watched his retreating back and shook his head helplessly. He then began to take stock of the losses in the Market and arrange for personnel to pursue the escaped Tribulation Cultivators.

...

Master Ge Cang moved with lightning speed, traveling nonstop from the Sect. He was now less than a few dozen miles from the Spirit Stone Ore Vein being attacked by Granny Ghost.

Suddenly, he came to a halt. Looking at the empty space before him, he said coolly, "You’ve already come all this way. Why bother hiding?"

"Fellow Daoist Ge, what skill. To think you discovered my tracks so quickly... The strength of your Divine Sense must have already reached the Late-Stage Core Formation, hasn’t it?"

Light and shadow wavered, and a middle-aged man in a black-and-white robe stepped out, a Mourning Stick in his hand.

"So, it’s Fellow Daoist He... What, you dare to leave your little den? You think you can stop me?"

Ge Cang’s words showed he held the man before him in utter contempt. Lightning crackled in his hands.

"I alone may not be enough, but what if you add my senior brother to the mix?"

Daoist He’s eye twitched, his expression filled with apprehension.

Both were Mid-Stage Core Formation Cultivators, but Master Ge Cang was acknowledged throughout Liang Country as possessing Nascent Soul Form. His Combat prowess was tyrannical, and his Primordial Yang Divine Thunder was the bane of all Demon Path Cultivators. Alone, Daoist He would never dare to stand so brazenly before Ge Cang.

"Ge Cang, this place will be your grave today!"

An Escape Light flashed behind him, and a Cultivator whose four limbs had been refined into white bone flew over from the rear. It was none other than the Ghost Spirit Sect’s number one cultivator, White Bone True Man.

At the same time, two more Cultivators appeared silently to his left and right: Granny Ghost and the Corpse Stiff Elder.

Two Mid-Stage Core Formation, two Early-Stage Core Formation. Four of the Ghost Spirit Sect’s five Core Formation True Men had risked entering Black Mountain to lay an ambush to kill Ge Cang.

"Once you are dead, with the few years that old ghost Yang has left, how long can he possibly hold on? Black Mountain County will be in the Ghost Spirit Sect’s grasp sooner or later!"

White Bone True Man had been plotting for a long time. He had surrounded the Spirit Stone Ore Vein without attacking and started fires all over the Qingfeng Sect’s territory, all to ensure that Master Ge Cang would fall into their ambush.

To avoid being detected in advance by Ge Cang’s famously powerful Divine Sense, they hadn’t even set up an Array. The group had spread out in all four directions and were only now closing in to surround him.

"So, after all this, your target was me... That means the few disciples from my Qingfeng Sect at the Ore Vein are safe for now..."

A strange smile appeared on Master Ge Cang’s face. He pulled his hands apart, and boundless lightning erupted. Dozens of orbs of Divine Thunder shot up to form a Thunder Net.

A thick layer of Five-Colored Spiritual Light flared up around his body, and his skin took on the translucent, glazed color of jade, making him look like a celestial Deity.